“I don't know.” I laughed. “Girl, it's a high. He's such an asshole sometimes. And he doesn't like to be told what to do... outside of this. He can be so annoying. But also... I like to boss him around?”
“It's a kink. Lean into it. Get yours, Ella! How often do you get to dominate someone like Dave?” Monique asked.
“But we're like... babies in comparison.”
“Oh, who cares. We're not babies. We're fully-grown women with jobs. And you arekillingit.”
“With little support. Abi is doing well. She sent pictures of the baby. It's sweet. I cannot wait to get back and snuggle that kid! But freaking Jax? Freaking fucking ugh.”
“Freaking fucking ugh, indeed. What has she even done beside sit on her duff and collect a paycheck?”
“Not shit.”
“I love her. Nice work if you can get it. What a bitch.”
“It's a grift. Gotta love the way she plays it. But I think I'm getting a pay rise out of this, so it's worth something.”
“You can have your cake and eat it, too?”
“Well, I haven't eaten it yet,” I said. “But I know someone who would be glad to eat mine. And maybe I will torture him by letting him do just that?”
“Oh God. Tell me all about it when you do! Take full advantage of it. We're only young once!”
27
BEST BEHAVIOR
DUNCAN
I’d not managed to make anymore headway with Eloise before I returned for my next shift. I narrowly made it to work and spent the next two days on duty except for mandatory sleep hours. We were doubly short-staffed but finally opening the place.
Meanwhile, I thought of nothingbutElla, longing to watch her again writhe in sweet ecstasy. I would have texted her a million dirty things if I could, but I was stuck and didn’t even have her mobile number.
I needed to get that when I returned.
I spent the hours of slow time—of which there was a lot—thinking about what I might say to encourage her to do more with me. I decided if I couldn’t text her, I could write it.
So, I did.
Miss Mills,
Hmm. I wasn’t sure about that. I erased my scribble in pencil and changed it.
Mistress Mills,
That felt sufficiently titillating. It’d gotten me in trouble in the past, but I gathered she might find it thrilling. I’d soon find out.
I missed you the last two days. I’d like to say I did something useful in that time apart from thinking about the absolutely beautiful way you look when you climax, but unfortunately, I couldn’t.
I know you said I cannot touch you, but I so want to. I’d be such a good boy. And do whatever you asked. If this seems agreeable, set your time and place. I will make it worth your while.
If this is too forward, you could take it out on me. I probably deserve a lashing.
Respectfully,
D
I signed my mobile number. Whether she texted, the ball was in her court.
